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"You lied to them."

"What do we do?" Gil says, beside him.

"Paul" I get out of the car, trying to keep my voice at a whisper.

I can hear it in his voice, the accusation sneaking in. Everything returns to the moment I pushed Taft.

The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. At Taft's address, all windows are unlit. Just beyond them stands the tree line of the Institute woods, its canopy tinseled in white.

Slush sprays the undercarriage of the car as the suspension dances over a pothole.

The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. At Taft's address, all windows are unlit. Just beyond them stands the tree line of the Institute woods, its canopy tinseled in white.

"Jesus, Paul," I say. "How do even you know the blueprint is here?"

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

"Damn it." Gil brings the Saab to a halt and gets out. "Paul"

"We can't do this," I say as I walk toward them, trying for some authority.

"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

"That's why the police took Vincent in," he says. "I told them I saw Vincent near Dickinson when Bill was shot."

"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

Slush sprays the undercarriage of the car as the suspension dances over a pothole.

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

Gil doesn't even hear us. Shaken by the sight of Taft's house, he lightens pressure on the brakes, letting us roll in neutral, prepared to go back. Just as his foot begins to engage the clutch, though, Paul yanks the door handle and stumbles out onto the curb.

"He knew he had nothing on me. So he started in on your dad."

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. At Taft's address, all windows are unlit. Just beyond them stands the tree line of the Institute woods, its canopy tinseled in white.

"What do we do?" Gil says, beside him.

The wind hisses around the door as he opens it, muffling his words. I can see Paul mouth something to us, pointing at the house. He begins hiking toward it in the snow.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

"Threatening you with the letter?"

But Paul is already inside, scanning the first floor. Without a word, he's deep into the house.

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